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Volume 8 The Sword Unsheathed Chapter 125

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    Fugui woke up in the middle of the night.  He couldn't tell whether it was in his sleep or reality, but he clearly heard slight footsteps.

    He closed his eyes, raised his ears and listened intently to what was going on around him.

    After more than ten minutes, there was still no movement around. The night was very quiet, with only the leaves of Populus euphratica rustling in the breeze.  Fugui smiled, maybe he was too nervous, or maybe he heard the sound in a dream.

    Fugui lay down again, but he tossed and turned and lost any sleepiness.  He simply sat up and saw his comrades sleeping soundly under the light moonlight. He touched the forehead of Hou Yanfeng, who was lying next to him, and found that the fever had subsided.  Fugui counted the number of people, and except for Wang Yang and Du Lei, who were on guard, the rest were asleep.

    No wonder, the Gobi Desert has been like a giant steamer these past two days. It¡¯s so easy to encounter such windy weather. Who can withstand such a cool temptation?

    A slight "rustling" sound came again. Fugui judged the direction, picked up the gun, and quietly touched the place where the sound came from.

    But after turning around, apart from the rustling of leaves, only the faint moonlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves, shrouding the tranquility of the night.

    When Fugui returned, his comrades all got up. Yu Yu raised his gun and asked quietly: "What did you find?"

    Fugui shook his head and said, "I checked and found nothing."

    Yang Aiguo said thoughtfully: "I clearly heard the sound of someone stepping on blades of grass. Did I hear it wrong?"

    ??????????????????????????????????  After a long while, he got up and shook his head in disappointment.

    Fugui looked up at the branches and leaves of Populus euphratica above his head. Under the bright moonlight, those lush ghostly branches were swaying gently with the breeze, like corpses hanging on the trees, swaying gently in the hazy night.  .

    The night is very quiet, but their hearts at the moment are like boats floating in the stormy waves, unable to calm down in this quiet night.

    Fugui felt that his heart was about to jump out. Although he was a "hostage", he had been conflicted ever since he received the order. He did not want his comrades who lived with him day and night to lose, and at the same time he did not want the best for him.  The subordinates of the comrade-in-arms returned in despair, not to mention that they were a group of young team members, a group of team members who had not experienced any war.

    Since he was awakened by the "rustling" sound, he felt a kind of nervousness that he had never felt before. Maybe it was an intuition, but as the best sniper, he always believed in his intuition.

    Fugui turned his head to check the surroundings vigilantly, but apart from the cool breeze, there were only the occasional screams of wild birds.

    Yang Aiguo lowered his voice and said, "I feel something is wrong. It's so quiet here and it's a bit scary." After saying that, he gestured to Fugui and Xiaoyu, asking them to disperse and check.

    Fugui made a clear gesture and walked towards the Populus euphratica forest with his gun in hand.

    When he ducked behind a tall poplar tree, he found that his face was covered in cold sweat. He was so nervous that he wiped it with his sleeve, calmed down, raised the gun, and looked through  The scope constantly changes its position to search for movement around it.

    There was still silence all around, but Fugui vaguely felt that there was a potential danger hidden in this silence - although he couldn't give a reason for suspicion, it was just intuition!

    He held his breath, fearing that his breath would alert potential opponents, until the hand holding the gun became a little numb. His finger was firmly on the trigger. As long as he found anything abnormal, he knew that his only shot was  The bullets will roar out until the opponent is dead.

    But who will the opponent be?

    He suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his judgment. Ifhe didn't want to think about it anymore, because if the person who came was not a member of the Sixth Squadron, he couldn't imagine what the result would be with the opponent's calmness.

    He couldn't help but admire the other party, because the other party could hold his breath better than him. He looked at his watch and saw that it had been more than half an hour. The hands were still moving slowly, seeming to be testing his patience.

    Suddenly exclaimed, in the silent night, the rich heart jumped a few times, and he turned the muzzle, but the place where the sound just made a sound was moved a few times, and no one was found.

    Fugui felt that his clothes were soaked through and felt sticky and uncomfortable on his body. The sweat kept sliding down his face, making it itchy.

    Suddenly, seven or eight figures flashed out from behind the shadowy trees. Under the moonlight, the jet-black barrels of guns were shining brightly, and the black muzzles of the guns were pointed at them respectively.

    "Raise your hands all, I am a member of the Sixth SquadronSaid: "Chunzi, please don't torture this man. He is the captain's best comrade and he is also good to us."

    Chen Mo still held the handcuffs and muttered: "Why should I listen to you?"

    Jiao Ji stood up and said, "Chen Mo, who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to speak up? If you don't listen to me, I'll take care of you. Do you believe it?" After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and glared at him fiercely.

    Cheng Chun pulled him and said, "Okay, the bad temper is here again. Okay, I'll listen to you, I won't torture him anymore."

    Du Lei shouted from the side: "Your squadron leader's best comrade will not be tortured? We are also his best comrades, why are we still tortured?"

    Chen Mo walked over with a smile and raised his leg: "What are you yelling about? Our squadron leader said that Fugui is a simple and honest person, but he didn't say that you are. If you don't shut up, I will take off my smelly socks and stuff them for you.  ."

    Fugui was angry and funny when he saw these comrades who were all-powerful on the battlefield being teased by these fledgling boys.

    Cheng Chun saw that they were all handcuffed, pointed at Du Lei and said, "Open the handcuffs for him."

    Du Lei was startled for a moment, then looked at him with joy and said, "You won't torture me anymore? Hey, brother, let me tell you, your squadron leader and I are the best comrades. Wait until I get back and give you a good word."  A few words, Li Ming will listen to me in everything.¡±

    Chengchun looked at him and smiled: "I think you have too much energy, so I plan to let you carry Fengzi on your back and follow us."

    Du Lei was so frightened that his face changed. He took a few steps back and looked at Cheng Chun in disbelief. "It can't be like this, right? Are you kidding me? Brother, let me tell you, those of us only have Sa Teng physique."  Okay, you see, I am weak and can¡¯t carry it, let¡¯s discuss it, do you think we should switch to someone else?¡±

    Sa Teng glared at him angrily and said, "Traitor, if you put aside the War of Resistance Against Japan, you would definitely be a fucking traitor!"

    It was really hard for Xiao and the others along the way. Not only was he carrying his own backpack, but he also had to carry it for Chengchun and the others. Under the scorching sun, his tired physical strength dropped sharply.  Especially Du Lei, every step he took carrying Hou Yanfeng on his back exhausted all his energy.

    The physical exertion was bearable, but what really made them intolerable was the endless ridicule of these young team members.

    The sun is at its most fierce in the Gobi Desert at noon. The sun is like a huge brazier, roasting the grass on the roadside until it wilts, as if it can be ignited with just a little fire.

    Fugui felt that his body was about to collapse. His legs felt like lead. Every step he took was sore and uncomfortable. The most important thing was water. Everyone had added some water and food when they set out in the morning. It took half a day.  The rice grains did not enter.  It felt like smoke was coming out of my throat, and there were a lot of blood blisters on my chapped lips, and the pain was unbearable when I opened my mouth.

    Fugui had been secretly observing their route and found that they had been heading northwest. By noon, they could already see the dark red yellow sand from a distance.

    Chengchun finally stopped. He looked up at the scorching sun in the sky and cursed. He wiped the sweat from his face and said, "The desert is ahead. Find a cool place to rest for a while, replenish your nutrition before setting off."

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